। ॥ ४२ ॥
In plain words
Ahantā, the sense of “I,” rolls as thunder; Vṛttis pour down as sheets of rain. In the darkness of Mahāmoha, vast delusion, the Divine lets the storm fall as Līlā, its play.
Close to the Sanskrit
There, Ahantā—I-ness—is the thunder, and Vṛttis, movements of mind, are the torrents of rain. In this darkness of Mahāmoha, great delusion, the Deva rains in Līlā—play.